~     sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
          countersense fairy   
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance:  sylveon resemble dogs  in  
  many ways,  with similar small  bodies 
   and  faces. they are small and   
      nimble,  and with white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the  most  striking  feature  is     
 their  "ribbons",    long flat feelers 
 that  they    use  to  bind     or  to 
 interface with   the minds   of others 
                          
  the  ribbons  play  a  large  social  
   role   among   sylveons.          
    they induce a sense of wellbeing, 
  and  can ease  pain if   applied    
 close to a wound.      it is thought 
 they  feed  off the  pain of  others   
                  this  way.   
                              
                              
       sylveon  are great  partners 
 to humans, but care should  be  taken   
 to  limit exposure  to   ribbons,     
   since with prolonged  contact      
   the  consciousnesses start to  blend, 
 an   environment  in   which          
 the sylveon  is  much  more at  home,   
    and   it    will   take   advantage. 
                     
   medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its  sap                         
         poison        putting 
 thoughts    into             
 not    killed.                     
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature  of the coma  depends  on the 
 intensity  of the sylveon's  feeding.   
      you  will  succumb to  a    
         fast-growing  addiction   
  that leads to a submissive        
      and  sluggish   state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in  the vines